creepy crawler

-minus the creepy part

-plus the would-crawl-through-broken-glass-for-a-cellphone, love-for-all-things-smelly-and decrepit (lucy), catching-major-z's-at-night(er), continued-binky-and-mama-addict (to her defense, however, no reform has been offered), frequent-self-adulator, would-rather-eat-fistfulls-of-dog-hair-and-dustballs-than-her-split-pea-soup, and mastering-the-pull-up-on-all-things-dangerous, part.

-there you go. little miss summed up.

warning: excitement overload

ATL

i guess we just didn't get enough of family in early august because we headed up to atlanta to celebrate my niece leila's b-day and catch an atlanta brave's b-ball game. the weather was refreshing, the home team accommodating, and the hamburger, hot dog, cake, pizza, soda and dip-n-dots consumed in one day wonderfully indulgent.

as you can see, little miss did not make an appearance at the game. originally the game was to begin at 4:10 but was then switched to 7:10 which meant another really late night for her (not to mention a distracted ball game for me). with head between my knees and a brown paper bag, i decided to leave her for the first time (first time when someone else had to put her to bed) .

13 texts, 7 calls, and 2 pictures later, we enjoyed an evening to ourselves and a nice "w" from the braves.

the rock star b-day girl.

no kids, walls, or body parts were injured during this activity.

two's company, twenty's a crowd

....a freckled-faced, sticky-fingered, loud-mouthed, napless, huggable, lovable, kissable crowd, that is. for about a week and a half, mama and papa b's place became the melting pot for some texans and floridians, mixed with some georgians and south carolinians,

and a couple of pennsylvanians sprinkled on top.

some enlightenments from this week long party:

• pureed beets make me gag
• a three year old can independently program, record, watch and re-watch all the dora the explorers he wants on satellite tv
• i hate dora the explorer
• wetting yourself doesn't stop you from having a good time
• fire drills at 3:00 in the morning, 2 days in a row make for a tired group of hotel-dwellers
• locking lips with lucy builds your immune system but gives you killer breath
• apparently the phrase "there's a sleeping baby upstairs so please be quiet" is an uninterpretable, foreign language
• you can willingly eat toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner for 2 weeks with a couple of juice boxes thrown in and survive.
• i adore these people and would have them any day of the week. poopy diapers, tantrums, wet beds, and all.

the gang.

don't worry lance, i still see a softball, i mean baseball pitcher in david's future

party at the aquarium

cousin love

nothin' says pioneer day like....

big hair bows and a little bling

and a saddle of course

the do si do makes me cry as well, little miss

it's easy being green

or wearing it... when you're a cute gal like this

or sucking on it...

or laying on it...

or riding in it...

fashionista

this fine ensemble of fashion is what you get when you wet yourself and your bed at 6 in the morning, all of your backup clothes (besides these random selections) are in your snoozing aunt brooke's room, your dad is the one taking care of you, and the a/c is set at a frigid 68*. unfortunately her belly-button and little toes had to fend for themselves.

let me get that for ya

um....you've got a little something on your face.

beach babe

our little beach babe has surpassed all hopes and expectations to not only tolerate the water, but to thoroughly enjoy it. thanks to our spf 50+ lil' gal (an inheritance undoubtedly from her dad) we are always toting an umbrella, towel, or having to swim in the late afternoon or early evening.

which way to the pool, boys?

although i think she enjoyed swimming in the buff,

we finally got this poor girl a swimsuit.